Lyrics ©2025 Ed Rendum (@edrendum) =============================== What's that smell, I feel unwell, Is that horse okay? The stuff that comes from its behind, Sorta looks like clay... On a sleigh ride through the snow, We're getting quite a show, 'Cause from our horse its rear, Comes the thing we fear... It's coming out in lumps, And when it falls it thumps, Every step a little pile, That's steaming for a while... What's that smell, I feel unwell, Is that horse okay? The stuff that comes from its behind, Sorta looks like clay... What's that smell, I feel unwell, Is that horse okay? The stuff that comes from its behind, Sorta looks like clay... I thought it would be nice, A sleigh ride on the ice, Maybe I'll admit defeat, It's getting hard to breathe... My girlfriend's turning green, From the things she's seen, Please, can we just end this ride? It's ruined my whole night! What's that smell, I feel unwell, Is that horse okay? The stuff that comes from its behind, Sorta looks like clay... What's that smell, I feel unwell, Is that horse okay? The stuff that comes from its behind, Sorta looks like clay...
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